His Claim
Lyrics
[Intro - dark atmospheric pads, deep 808 rumble, breathy female vocals half-whispered, reverb soaked]
Yeah... I stopped playin' sweet
I want the heat, I want the teeth
I want the man who'll make me bleed and still call me his peace
[Verse 1 - trap hi-hats rolling, low-end bass pulse, sultry rap-sung delivery, intimate close mic]
I used to smile like a good girl should
Now I crave the sting, the silk, the wood
He sees the fire behind my eyes
Doesn't ask twice, just takes what's mine
Rowan walks in like thunder wrapped in cashmere
Hands that bruise, mouth that soothes, voice like sin and prayer
Tells me "good girl" while his belt sings air
Then pulls me close like I'm the only prayer he dares
[Pre-Chorus - tension build, layered harmonies, sidechained bass swell, emotional vocal crack]
He don't rush, he don't beg, he just waits
Knows I'll fold when the silence breaks
Wants my mind before my body shakes
[Chorus - explosive, full band with distorted guitars, heavy 808s, aggressive rap-soul delivery, dirty vocal ad-libs]
Claim me, Rowan, take it all
Spank me, break me, watch me crawl
Call me yours while you fuck me raw
Praise me filthy, make me beg for more
I ain't scared, I'm already yours
Obedience is worship, every bruise a door
He don't want the body, he wants the core
Claim me, Rowan — I been ready for war
[Verse 2 - glitchy dark tone, pitched-down vocals, trap drums with extra crackle, explicit dirty talk]
Silk around my wrists, pain across my thighs
Public eyes on us but he still owns the night
He whispers "open wider, let 'em see what you hide"
Then slaps it red and kisses it like prize
Degradation tastes like honey when he says it right
Calls me his little slut then holds me through the night
Power exchange ain't a game, it's a rite
I give him everything and he still asks for light
[Bridge - stripped back, deep bass only, vulnerable breathy female vocals, piano undertones]
No shame in the way I shake for him
No limits when his hands get grim
He sees the parts I never showed
And still says "mine" like it's gospel told
[Chorus - explosive, full band with distorted guitars, heavy 808s, aggressive rap-soul delivery, dirty vocal ad-libs]
Claim me, Rowan, take it all
Spank me, break me, watch me crawl
Call me yours while you fuck me raw
Praise me filthy, make me beg for more
I ain't scared, I'm already yours
Obedience is worship, every bruise a door
He don't want the body, he wants the core
Claim me, Rowan — I been ready for war
[Outro - fading, ethereal pads, reverb-drenched vocals, soft rap flow]
Soft dom with a filthy mouth...
He breaks me down... he claims me now...
Nova's not faking... she's claimed out loud...